Carl had a mind to correct him, but, remembering his pupil’s popularity and having some caution in his make up, he refrained. Charles continued during that day, and throughout the week, to address his teacher in softly modified tones, so patently artificial that they aroused the amusement of all the young people who heard them. His manner was punctiliously respectful; Carl could find no point of attack. He felt helpless and imposed upon, and he was very conscious of the amused smiles of his pupils and of their scarcely concealed pity and contempt for him. Had he been able to laugh it off as a good joke, all would have been well, but Carl’s sense of humor did not extend to his own affairs. This condition of things lasted for some time. At last, Charles, either repenting his revenge or tiring of the effort involved, resumed his natural voice and manner, and acted in a more manly way toward his teacher. But Carl’s year had been badly spoiled. He knew he had made a mistake, but knew not just where to look for it. How could one deal with a pupil who seemed to have more leadership than one’s self? How could he have avoided that humiliation and helplessness? What had he failed to do? Whose fault was it? ILLUSTRATION (HIGH SCHOOL) The next year he returned to college and Parker Ames, a classmate, fell heir to the school in Bentley Township. When Parker came back to college for commencement, Carl, in cap and gown, hurried to him to ask him about his year. [Sidenote: Coöperation with Leader] “Greatest place ever, isn’t it?” said Parker Ames. “I surely did enjoy those people, and I hope the youngsters know a little more for my being there. Great School!” “Did you have Charles Moxler?” asked Carl, thinking to hear a tale of woe similar to his own. “I should say I did!” Parker’s enthusiasm expanded visibly. “He was the best one there, wasn’t he? He was my right-hand man in everything I did. I wanted to get up a festival to raise money for the Belgian sufferers, and Charles simply wore himself out working the thing up. We became mighty good friends, I tell you; he was as good as a grown up any day. He had such a hold on everybody’s heart, you know, that all one had to do was to get him interested in a thing, and the whole country simply followed right along.” “He had an awfully loud voice,” said Carl. “Big as his heart and smooth as his manners!” assented Parker. Carl is still thinking about it. CASE 143 (HIGH SCHOOL) [Sidenote: Ringleaders at Their Worst]